Above the bar hung a painting, and with each swallow of the cold brew Queresh stared into it, getting lost in it. It depicted a gentle ocean, lapping ...gainst weathered rocks.He imagined the shoreline and how it rapidly engulfs the rocks, the small birds pecking at the tiny pebbles. He would swim in this ocean one day, he thought. He would swim far away, enduring its swell and its calm luxury when the fish bite, or its maddening rush. The ocean calms him. The steady breeze captivates his hair.. Now, tell me about these ‘quads’”The barn was clean and well laid out. A concrete pad had been poured and covered the floor. To the right was a group of horse stalls. Only 2 of which were occupied. Carl confirmed that it was a make-do vet infirmary. And that the two horses had some colic issues. On the left side was a motor pool set up, including a lift and what looked like a complete machine shop. Parked in one of the stalls was the dune buggy that Carl had been driving yesterday. In the stall. Now that I was here, I had no clue what to say or do. My natural shyness kicked in and I couldn't even look at him. His hand was gentle as he placed it over one of mine on the glass. I lifted my eyes to his and he smiled."Don't be nervous. We won't do anything you don't want to do," he said. I felt his knee bump mine under the table again and I wondered if he had done it on purpose. I looked into his face but it wasn't giving any clues to his thoughts. We sat and looked at each other while the. Anything else Reese?”I suddenly notice her tongue catches on the “s” of my name a little. Almost like a lisp. And it’s so fucking cute I have to squeeze my legs together.“Actually, she makes more than I do. Plus, I put more into the house. Because when we bought it, she didn’t make much. It wasn’t really my money, but it was my parents’ money.”“You have a solid case. I don’t see any reason why you won’t get what you deserve. I hope this can be resolved through mediation.”“And if it’s not?”“We.